Though, all that really matters is the present anyway. I know he’s more caring than he wants people to believe. That his heart is so much bigger than he lets on and he probably doesn’t even realize it. He’s thoughtful, considerate, and not the obnoxious asshole I convinced myself he was for years.
Yes, he drives a loud car, but I also know he’s proud of that carand that it’s one of the only big purchases he’s made for himself. His car and his house. Other than that, he doesn’t care about material things.
Which I guess is why my heart has become much more involved than it should have. Even with my limited knowledge of his past, I’ve managed to fall for the man sitting next to me, and yet he can never know it. Because if I were to tell him, I would surely lose him. And much to my dismay, I’d rather have him in the capacity I do now than not at all.
“If you’re not scared then why are you so tense?” I ask, rubbing my hand up his corded forearm.
“Same reason I always have to drive. I don’t like not being in control,” he grinds out. I nod in understanding. He does need control in all aspects of his life it seems, and this is no different.
I don’t complain, though. The bedroom—where he gets to have all the control—is where I reap the benefits. It’s where I alsogivehim that control. I just make him work for it, but that’s half the fun.
“You just need to be distracted,” I suggest.
He looks over at me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you offering the mile high club to me, Angel?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “No, getting arrested is not on my list of to dos.”
“We wouldn’t get arrested.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking we would. The only way to have privacyon this plane is the bathroom and I don’t think my six foot ass and your six foot five ass are fitting in there together.”
“I’m six foot six, but thank you for that.”
“You really need that extra inch?”
He smirks. “No, I don’t think I need any extra inches, do you?”
I bite the corner of my lip to stifle my smile, enjoying the banter. Especially enjoying the fact that he’s managed to become less tense. I feel an even bigger sense of accomplishment at that.
Throughout the rest of the plane ride, I do my best to distract Wes. I prepare him for what he’s about to walk into after I realize I didn’t tell him about Brent’s unique relationship. It also proves that he didn’t research my brother since it’s one of the first things that comes up.
“Okay, you should know that my brother Brent is in a relationship with this woman named Chandler,” I begin. Wes nods along while I think about how to phrase the next part. “She’s also in a relationship with two other guys. I don’t remember their names, but they all live together. And have a daughter named Evie. Oh, and they’re also expecting another.”
“Like a polyamorous relationship?” he asks, voice completely even.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Okay. What else?”
I’m taken aback. “You don’t have any more questions? Youdon’t think it’s weird? Sure you don’t want the pilot to turn the plane around?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all. Whatever makes people happy is their business. How is it fair for me to judge anyone’s happiness?”
I’m pleasantly surprised that he’s not weirded out by that piece of my family, so I continue.
“My sister, Brynn, is married to one of Brent’s previous teammates. I don’t know his name either. She’s nice, but can be talkative which is the complete opposite of Brent and me.”
“You don’t say?”
“Was that sarcasm?” I gasp.
“I don’t know why you’re always so surprised when I joke around with you.”
“Because you’reyou, maybe?”
“What does that mean?”
“You look like you torture people in your free time,” I deadpan.
